EPT-----
Snow,
I always wished to see.
Isolated to the North
Far, Far away from me.
I wished at length
To be a cloud
And let the wind's strength
Carry me around to you.
I wondered and wandered, hoping for your touch.
And finally,
the whimsical wind blew
me from my home,
all the way to you
I saw you, after so long
Falling down to the earth like an
Angel
With soft, white wings
I reached out, releasing all the tension.
I shivered excitedly, with you about to land
In my hand.
But, unlike I wanted.
You melted in my arms, unwarranted
Your wings, like wax, collapsed in my passion.
And soon, you became one
With my tears.
Then along came the whimsical wind
And dried up my tears.
I searched the traces of my palms
But it as all in vain.
You were gone.
Snow
I wonder if you're still up there.
I wish someday, maybe,
That you'd come back down,
Just for me
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Time passes quickly by
And no matter how hard I try.
I can never finish this poem, only sigh
As, once again, time quickly passes by.
There are so little rhymes
And I'm wondering why
That no matter how hard I try
Time quickly passes by.
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To write poetry is like
looking into a mirror.
And describing what one
sees or saw.
To write poetry is to take
a sun's warmth and put
it into paper
for everyone to feel.
To write poetry is to freeze
a moment and then
keep it forever
for all to remember.
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Sun,
I want to see again.
Always hiding now,
behind a blanket of gray clouds
Where are you,
You're getting too far.
It's no longer fun without you,
My little sun.
The drumming rain is getting old
and the white snow is too cold.
The warmth is gone,
only a chill remains.
The light is gone,
only shadows are around.
It's hard to see, but
What must I do
To have you,
Once more.
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The orange sun sets,
once again.
The clouds gather above,
one more time.
And another day
goes to waste.
The sigh of trees
above the dusty desk
brings my attention
back to drying pens and
unopened books.
With each tick and tock,
the clock throws another second
out the window.
